Ahmad - Touch The Ceiling Lyrics
[ verse 1 ]Dig it, if you got the feeling, then jump and rip the roof upSteady flowin rhymes, drop heavy like that blue funkNiggaroe, westcoast kid, with the new soundNever fake, I be real, so what you gonna do now?Battle? I dont think so, look, I got your noose tuggedDid ya, now standin there, daisy with your dukes upWhos up next to watch me get loose, then bruise necksAnd niggas who stinkThen go hang out like a linkIm the brink of the blow upSink and watch me go upAnother level, let the bass boomAs the treble tunes upMy too rough styleIm too toughIm gifted, ovin the crowdI make em get up, then I get downIts the sound of the new kid gettin stupidI know shit stinks, so I dont mind if you loop itOops, almost went pop, now drama like that deserves a grammyIts the (bonafied funk for your fanny)[ chorus ]So groove to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)And if you got the feeling(jump and touch the ceiling)Move to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)And if you got the feeling(jump and touch the ceiling)[ verse 2 ]Well, the king of the hills back, blew up like a wellGot a leash and I go in and out of style like your bell-Bottoms, say shit thats real like Im nuts over midgetsPitch, then make my mic throw a strike like a picketNot really into baseball, but Im an all-americanStill act a foolBreakin rappers like a ruleIm cool, mostly peacefulKick it with my peopleBut if I go insaneYou can jump and do the sameThing, I gotta singLa-la, if you got that swingFollow me, get wreckI make you bounce like a checkMic-check, 1-2Stand and watch me run throughA crew real easy, but thats only if I want toMurder if I want it, stand and watch me flaunt this shitIm like the mafia, I keep on makin hitsI know which way is upAnd wont stopTill I hit rock bottomThats the truthBut for now smack the roofThen groove to the(bonafied funk for your fanny)[ chorus ]Break it down, yall[ verse 3 ]Well, Im not a baby, but I got another verse left to spit outKing of the hill, knock em down when they get upWestcoast kid, they got the goods, and can get - ehmBusy on the mic like thisSo pump your fistAnd never hit the ff button on my cassetteJust sit stunnedDnt give me no props until Im doneYour mouths wide open cause youre hopinThat you might be able to be label-Mates with the great niggaroeIm just down with the king, and youre not itLookin for your gift, but I already shot itI wreck shop with real hip-hop, so at last itsAhmad with the (bonafied funk) for your assesSo groove to the(bonafied funk for your fanny)[ chorus ]Do the watussi to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)And if you got the feeling(jump and touch the ceiling)Do the butt to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)And if you got the feeling(jump and touch the ceiling)Do the jerk to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)And if you got the feeling(jump and touch the ceiling)Move to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)And if you got the feeling(jump and touch the ceiling)Groove to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)And if you got the feeling(jump and touch the ceiling)Do the freak to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)
